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"Newt!" Thomas yelled as Newt slipped from his grasp and collapsed onto the floor with a hard thud. Thomas grabbed his shoulders, "C'mon Newt stay with me please."
"Tommy," Newt gasped as if he was trying to find his last string of humanity within him. Thomas wrapped his arms around his friend, pulled him up and dragged him across the ground in the direction of the Berg. Newt screamed, something inhumane, he reached out and pushed Thomas away from him.
"Tommy leave before I hurt you," Newt cried out. After everything Thomas had faced, he had never felt fear like this before. The fear of losing his best friend.
"Thomas!!" A young girl called out. Thomas whipped his head around to see Brenda gasping for air with little glass vile in her hand and a syringe in her other hand.
"We can still save him," she said, "you can save him. I heard Teresa, I need your blood." Thomas divided his attention away from Newt who was gasping on the floor. His blood was ths cure afterall. He has a chance to save Newt.
After a few moments of mixing Thomas' blood with the vile of liquid they had finally created a mixture that would cure newt but now came the most difficult part.
"Newt hey bud we can help you," Thomas said softly. Thomas looked into his friend's eyes and did not see the hopeful caring friend staring back at him.
"Newt please," Thomas kept repeating his name as though it would bring his friend back to reality. Newt screamed and lunged forward. Thomas skillfully grabbed him and tackled him to the floor.
"BRENDA NOW!" Thomas held Newt as Brenda injected the serum into one of Newt's throbbing blue veins. Newt yelled out in pain but his grasp on Thomas loosened. Thomas untackled Newt.
"Newt hey Newt," he said, repeatedly shaking his friend but Newt fell back into the floor head first.
"Is he..." Brenda muttered. Thomas listened to Newt's breathing becoming steady and felt for his heartbeat. With Newt's hand tangled in his, Thomas went, "He's alive. Newt's alive," Thomas looked up at the sky that was filled with fire and destruction.
"Oh my God we did it," Brenda said with a smile.
"Take- take him to the Berg, take care of him. I need to go back." Thomas let go of Newt praying Newt will live through this ugly mess.
Brenda stopped, her smile vanishing, "go back?"
"I need to end this once and for all Brenda," Thomas stood up, cleared his face and left.